I know, I know, I just spent five weeks agonizing over some silly graduation, and before that, flipping out over basic social interactions and the price of eggs. The world is morbid and dark and determined to be miserable, and as a cynical INTJ, I am hardly one to downplay those miseries.

But sometimes, despite the blisters and broken nails, even I must admit that, well… by golly, I’m just really, really happy. Irrationally so. Stupidly so. To the point of running around barefoot in my backyard during the twilight hours, hooting like a maniac and tripping over my own enthusiasm.

Sometimes there’s just so much to get excited over. I went outside yesterday evening and found a Renaissance painting reflecting off fields of wheat — and for pity’s sake, people, if that isn’t enough to flip tables and do cartwheels for, what is?!

LOOK AT IT. LOOK. JUST… JUST LOOK.

Let me tell ya, living in Michigan has been a serious education in all the things God can do with the sky. I’ve seen more spectacular sunsets in the span of one week than I did during my entire existence in Maryland.

Of course, after only two minutes of raving over the sunset, I was already distracted by this little guy:

Yes, his name really is Floof. A fine example of my older brother’s top-notch naming skills.

HOW IS THIS LITTLE HAIRBALL SO ADORABLE??? IT’S UNNATURAL. I’M NOT OKAY.

But his affection soon turned to cannibalism, which brought a quick and painful end to my ecstasies.

I could hear other kittens playing in the wheat field, so naturally, I (never one to be deterred from kitten-love) set about trying to coax them out to play with me.

The result was cooing and crooning for an unholy amount of time as they flat-out ignored me.

The soft “dangit” at the end is the cry of a broken woman.

Even more damaging to my already injured soul was the fact that when Anna unceremoniously showed up a few minutes later and called them, this happened:

The little traitor.

He soon regretted it.

This is documented proof that my sister, who claims to be twenty-two, is actually a five-year-old in disguise.

Being presented with a chance for escape, the kitten seized his moment and took off.

But she was not so quick to give up.

So naturally, more Lion King recreations seemed appropriate.

And then… well… I’m not really sure why, but Anna dropped the kitten and said, “Sarah, take a picture of me running across the yard.” She paused, and added, “Only a picture, mind you, and not a video. I don’t want a video.”

So naturally, I took a video.

*exhausted sigh*

Friends, this is my sister. She looks so docile and sweet when you first meet her. But stick around long enough, and you’ll witness things you can’t unsee.

Yeah, it just got worse from there.

And then, all too quickly, the sunset was gone, the mosquitoes appeared in legions, and we were back to our whiny, lethargic selves. I could hear the teakettle whistling from inside the house. Lightning bugs were out.

And the moment of lilac-saturated light and Renaissance clouds slipped away.

Did you know there’s a word for those kinds of moments? A word that describes big skies and opalescent shadows? A word that means “kittens” and “Lion King” and “crazy sisters,” a word meant for rare burst of unparalleled rapture?

Euphoria.

I think God sprinkles little moments of euphoria into each of our lives to remind us what joy feels like, joy without conditions or fine-print. To remind us what it’s like to live in the moment. To not worry. To be happy for the sheer sake of being happy.

…Which brings an alarming thought, what if one day you randomly, without warning, was abducted by aliens and thus no post arrives in my inbox when the time came around AND THUS I LOOSE ALL CONCEPT OF DAYS AND TIME AND THE VERY IDEA OF THURSDAY VANISHES FROM EXISTENCES?!!?!!!

We would all die, in a terrible agonizing terrifying way, obviously.

“The little traitor.”
And that, is the exact description of a cat.

*Smirks* So, I notice you’re posting more videos…granted, short clips, but videos none the less. (Perhaps there will be a vlog or something of that sort in the fuuuture?) XD

ANNA YOU ARE MY KINDRED SPIRIT
…minus the cat-torturing. I prefer cuddles. XD
Also, never trust an online psychopath test. I most definitely did not test positive for psychopathic tendencies. I most definitely was not told by my computer that I should seek mental health care for such tendencies. Nope. XD
Sarah, this post was awesome. AND YES TO SUNSETS. AND SUNRISES. Yesterday’s sunrise was absolutely GLORIOUS!!! And honestly, the fact that I got to see it from the very start at about 5:00 a.m. through the grand finale circa 7:30 made it even better. 😀

Also Floof is adorable. Also the sunset is gorgeous. Also euphoria is a rather nice thing to have. This was probably a dozen times more beautiful in real life as it was reading it. And as such I’m glad you wrote it down. 😀

Floof is complete cuteness and hugs! Don’t give him to my sister though. She revels in the discomfort of our one and only cat (although, not quite as much as Anna does, apparently.)
I’ll admit, I thought I was weird… until I saw Anna. XD

I’m just going to second everything Jo said, Sarah. Also, the Right Hand Knuckles of Fellowship is going to become a nation-wide thing, and your loyal followers will do everything in their power to make it so. XD

I love this post!! 😀 All the heart-eyes for that GLORIOUS sunset! And the antics are hilarious! I love those moments too. And you’re making me jealous of living in the country, even if I like having a grocery store a mile away. XD #suburbs

Hey, you!

–I’M SARAH–

Oddball sarcasm enthusiast, INTJ, and Christian teenager whose main ambition in life is to glorify my Savior while writing stories that convict and inspire. Welcome to my haven of cheerful stupidity: a place where wisecracks abound, geekiness is encouraged, and I endeavor to show the world that finding joy in the little things of life will make you happier than a hobbit.

I also have a tendency to fry people’s minds. Read on at your own risk.

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This blog contains large quantities of snark, found to be harmful by the Department of Dullness in several countries. Read at your own risk. If you are above the age of nine, leprous, or suffering from a poor sense of humor, please consult your doctor first. Not recommended for flamingos or people with a phobia of glue. Trigger warning: frequent allusions to BCD (book character death) syndrome. Age discretion advised when dealing with the subject of potted plants.